Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

...The Qin family also wants to get involved in the land in the south of the city. Qin Jun has already arrived and has been waiting for you in the reception room. Look...

Let him wait.

The man's calm, indifferent and somewhat impatient voice penetrated into Qiao Yi's ears like a hook, and she trembled instantly, her eyes almost popping out.

Fuck!

How! what! yes! Tibetan! mastiff!

How could he be in He's?

Mom, help! What kind of situation is this? The road is narrow, the baby wants to get off the elevator!

At the moment when the elevator was fully opened, Qiao Yi was the first to see a pair of shiny Italian handmade leather shoes. Her legs softened and she quickly slid to the corner of the elevator, wishing she could become one with the elevator.

She buried her head low, not daring to look at it again, her heart was beating wildly, and her palms were sweating.

Fortunately, she made a decisive decision just now, and put on her hat and mask the moment the elevator door opened, he, he, he... probably wouldn't recognize her!

The man who was talking to the Tibetan mastiff saw someone in the elevator, and immediately pointed at her, wanting to drive her out, Which department are you from, I don't know...

He Yunting frowned slightly, his cold gaze swept across Qiao Yi's covered face, and his eyes stopped on the work card on her chest for a second before moving away.

Forget it. He interrupted the man and strode into the elevator.

God knows, Qiao Yi's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The button on the 32nd floor was pressed, and the elevator descended smoothly.

In the confined space, Joe held his breath and minimized his presence.

Why is the Tibetan mastiff in He's CEO's office? What do you mean waiting for you in the reception room? What does parlor mean? Is that what she understood?

Could it be that Tibetan Mastiff is a shareholder of He's? Qiao Yi's mind was dull, and she always felt that there was something wrong with this question, but at this moment, she couldn't think of anything wrong.

No way, the air here is so thin, she could hardly breathe, she raised her head cautiously, the 32nd floor is coming soon, the Tibetan Mastiff should be going down the 32nd floor, right?

ding dong

Qiao Yi's heart sank heavily, and the elevator finally arrived.

Mr. He, then I'll go get busy first.

Ok.

The elevator slowly closed again.

Joe almost ran away in the elevator!

What Mr. He? What are you talking about? Are her ears broken? She was hallucinating just now, right?

No, no, she, she, she, I didn't hear anything, no one spoke just now...

Which floor do you want to go to?

He Yunting's sudden inquiry made Qiao Yi stagger in fright, and almost sat down on the ground.

Her abnormal reaction made He Yunting, who had his back turned to her, turn around, and cast his probing eyes straight on her.

With just one glance, Qiao Yi's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all displaced.

Did he recognize me? What should I do now? The elevator is so small, if he wants to beat me up, no one will hear and come to save me. Is it possible that I have only lived for two days and I am about to die?

Big boss, I'll kneel down and admit my mistake, okay?

Joe cried and cried, Mom, help me, this man is so scary!

Which floor do you want to go to? He Yunting looked into her eyes and asked again.

As soon as Qiao was wearing a mask, He Yunting couldn't see her expression, but only saw two big eyes that were crystal clear like two ink beads.

However, why is the little girl so frightened in her eyes?

...does he look like a ghost?

He Yunting was inexplicably upset.

Qiao Yi, don't panic when things happen, look, the big boss didn't recognize you, as long as he doesn't take off his mask, he won't know anything. The two of you will be like two parallel lines that don't intersect. As long as you get out of the elevator safely, you will never communicate with each other!

Come on, you are the most pang!

After some psychological construction, Qiao Yi calmed down a bit and stammered,

11111, 1...floor.

He Yunting frowned, this voice...

He didn't say anything more, just pressed 8 and 1, and turned back.

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